Sunday, October 07, 2007

"Among the guards that came for him, making him in his darkened cell put on the dark goggles by himself, then in silence strapping him to the gurney, he noticed a pair of hands that were sometimes gentler then the others. He thought of his wife and daughters and often wept but not always because of what separated him from his family or from what the jailers' interrogations did to his flesh and bones. He wept because they couldn't make him forget what made him a man."